"Thief" by Romana Iorga
Thief
This morning
I steal away
a moment.
I hold it tight
in my palm,
as it stretches
its limbs
into my flesh —
a sleepy rabbit.
I watch it
skip across
the threshold
into fresh snow,
leave no marks on the page,
except
for the shadow
of a slightly
smaller
truth.
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